by Mima
“I’ll wake you just before it’s time to go,” he said quietly.
“No, about a half hour before. I want to check the supplies and take a shower.”
He nodded, pulling down the tartan covers. She slipped between them, and he tucked her in. His internal presence guarding her was the best comforter she could have.
“You’ll remember I’m there. Beneath her, I’ll be with you, even if she takes control.” His order was so full of self-doubt it made her ache.
“I will. And it will anchor me as surely as a dance with Terra.” She licked honey off her lips. “When I touch you like this, you’ll know I’m thinking of you.” She fluttered her fingertips in a gentle flurry on the back of his hand. “You’ll know, even if she’s in control, that I’m glad you’re there.”
He turned his hand and held her fingers firmly. She wished she could read the currents of his eyes.
“Are you scared?” she whispered.
He stood above her, a dark shape bathed in faint blue light. “No. I’m excited.”
By the time she had her breath back, he was gently closing the bedroom door. A rumbled exchange between the men, and then the water ran with the clink of dishes. Xia closed her eyes and tried not to imagine being trapped between Ignis and Aqua.
Chapter Fifteen
When a girl is invited to have sex with two of the most sensual elementals on the planet in order to save the world, will she rise to the occasion or pass out? That was the question Xia was stuck on as she listened to Adam intone his portion of the ritual.
“…I am Aqua’s and invite her to see me, as I offer the taste of my desire and ask for strength…”
He was nude, sitting on the corner of the bed, his legs on one side and his torso twisted to face her, resting against the headboard. The ritual items were in the center of the wide mattress. He didn’t know about a few secret items she and Markos had arranged that were hidden under one edge, and she wondered if the men had likewise colluded to surprise her. Probably.
Adam extended his arm and tapped the ceramic dish of water. Swallowing, she followed her gaze up from his thick, work-roughened hands, over his strongly corded forearms and sleek biceps, to the stretch of his golden neck. Oh, my. That body pleased her. The selkie inside made her ache, with his capable skills, his steady eyes, his unyielding nature.
Xia had called in Aer first, and since the first piece of the element to answer her was a frisky, lightly bouncing shred, she’d had to send out a deeper call for a more steady breeze. It ruffled her hair, the ends teasing her nipples. The forest was still, the scent of pine and fresh grass strong. But here in the clearing where she held Aer, branches whispered and swayed. The hand-carved wooden bed was old, and strangely seemed perfectly suited to the small glade on the island. The selkies had set it up, and someone had taken enough care to put excellent cream linens on the dense cotton mattress. She knew they were well guarded by Adam’s friends and an ancient dragon.
Markos’s Greek accent, deeper, less lyrical than Adam’s brogue, came forward. Flame burst into being on the red candle. Showy. Violent. Beautiful.
“…Ignis come forward and take my energy, burn me, burn us, use this desire…”
Markos knelt on the bed, his body immense, thick. A fine pelt of dark hair dusted his chest and belly, covered his forearms and thighs. Xia became very aware she was sitting tailor-style, her core open behind her crossed ankles. A core Markos had very ably filled many times before. Peaceful times, but mostly tempestuous times, their touch fast and hard, hot and wild. Deep inside, her belly softened, preparing.
Her gaze skittered back to Adam, who watched, not his offering of water, not the speaker of the ritual, but her. And in his eyes, she saw waves, tossing, spraying. Aer tumbled around her, and she almost choked when it pulled at the breath she was trying to draw in. Finally letting her inhale, the whisper of it dusted her body, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. Her chest worked quickly, already frantic at the reality of being on the bed with these two men. The ritual. Remember the ritual.
Markos finished his incantation. He held his massive hand out over the flame, unflinching as the light hit his palm. Just because he was an elemental didn’t mean he wasn’t a creature of flesh. Xia hurriedly threw her hand out over the feather she’d offered, aware of the shift of her breast. Adam’s stare continued to bore into her as he held his hand out over water.
Together they breathed in and spoke. “We offer our desire to power the elements of Aqua, Aer and Ignis. In return, they are our witness.”
Adam turned his palm over, and water coiled up in a small waterspout before splashing down between his fingers. Xia turned her wrist, and the feather whirled from the bed to spin in the center of her hand before gently wafting up and off to the side, cradling down. Markos turned his hand over, and the flame disappeared from the candlewick to flicker and shiver in the middle of his hand. He held it there for a second, then clenched his hand into a fist. Smoke wafted with the smell of pain and flesh. When he opened his hand, a white blister was surrounded by angry red skin and a black charring.
Adam took what drops of water were left in the small bowl and poured them over Markos’s hand. The ritual was over. He did it merely as a healing gesture. Xia took Markos’s wrist and rolled up onto her knees to blow gently over the poor burned skin. She lowered her face over it, mourning the hard road of fire elementals.
Adam swept his arm across the bed, sending everything tumbling to the needled clearing. Hot wax spilled, and her athame clattered off a close tree trunk. Dancing, agitated flames from the four torches around the bed flickered over his golden skin.
She scowled at him, opening her mouth to blast such rudeness. But when he lifted his head up from the mess, her words died in her throat. The waterspout was in his eyes. She tried to jerk her hand back, to protect herself somehow, but Markos had turned his hand in her grip and held her without any sign that his burned hand pained him.
Adam’s hand caught her nape. Her position on her knees in the middle of the soft bed was unstable. With one solid push she was face down, each of her arms held out to the side and pinned by her men. Her legs flailed unattractively. She kicked her feet, and Markos spanked her, one hard, stinging smack with the flat of his hand sending her rigid with shock.
A bizarre sound, something between a grunt and a shriek, escaped before she found her breath. “Adam! Markos!”
She pulled on her arms, turning her face toward Adam, confused about their actions. What was happening?
Markos jerked on her arm at the same time Adam licked the skin in the hollow of her elbow. Paper thin and so sensitive, she gasped at the cool moisture left in the wake of his firm stroke.
His face breathed up her arm, over her shoulder, and then his lips buried in her hair, rubbing her ear as he whispered. “Did you think this would be a battle? Did you think we would try to compete? Were you worried, storm cloud, that your men would argue over who got your pretty pussy versus your biting ass? Oh no, dream dancer. Oh. No.”
The words echoed in her womb. Her belly gave a wrenching twist from hearing Markos’s pet name for her come in Adam’s growling voice. She jerked reflexively in their hold when Adam’s tongue stabbed into her hair, twining along the rim of her ear, toying with the lobe in a lazy way.
“I’ve been aching to taste your bold flesh, soft, so warm.” Something in the hissing timber of Adam’s tone held her still. She rolled her eyes up at him, panting through a curtain of hair, still as prey. Aqua was here. But then the moment passed and Adam’s breath was scalding into her ear and down her spine.
“By the end of this, you won’t be either of those women. You’ll be remade with pleasure. Belong to both of us.” His teeth closed around the furiously beating pulse at the side of her neck. His lips nibbled along the line of muscle until they found her earlobe and sucked on it despite her thick brown hair.
On a soft breath, he sighed, “Dream storm.”
Heat poured over the side of her as
s Markos was petting. She clenched her bum against the feeling. It may have started like the flick of flint with his spank, but he was the one now burning. This was just the start. Soon, Markos would become inhumanly hot, and his every touch would sear her. Disappearing into passion was the best way to blend the pain when Markos channeled Ignis. One of his thick fingers traced the crease of her cheeks, toyed in the fold between ass and thigh.
Adam’s smell was in her throat, sharp brine. His lips jumped to her jaw. Against the corner of her mouth, he inhaled. “You journey far. You seek. My creature wants you, woman. I’ve known you somehow…before. Where have I known your flesh?”
A small cry of terror ripped from Xia. She cowered back, pulling on Adam’s hold on her arm. Markos popped her ass again. First came a blast of sound, then the sting of warning. The flush spread down her thighs and she bucked.
“I hear Aqua too, Xia. Feel. Just feel, for now.” Markos’s deep voice calm, soothing. “Just feel.” His hand abruptly crushed into her ass, fingers biting hard. Letting go, he smoothed over her skin, dragging his nails over her muscle and stirring her peach fuzz.
Xia licked her lips. Before, her instincts had warned her, but this time the presence was so very clear. When Aqua spoke through Adam, his voice carried none of his thick Scottish burr. His words were strung together, almost sounding Latin.
When he spoke again, it was with the rough tones she knew. “I’m here, Xia. But there are dark currents tonight. Remember your promise.”
Lady, sweet Lady. Her hair fluttered over her back, slithering softly over her shoulders when Aer followed her agitation. He was warning her. This could get rough. Visions of how violently Aqua liked to play with flesh tumbled through her. Very much, this needed to stay grounded in sex. She whimpered, even though his hand on her nape simply began to massage her deeply. No matter how hard she held to the fact she had to commit to this ritual for duty and honor, there was no getting around that she was here with two men she’d trusted her soul to, and this was personal.
Markos pulled her thigh wider, swinging it out. Without so much as a pause, his hand was between her legs, scalding, thick fingers dabbling through her folds. “Do you remember that time we played with wax?”
His touch burned, but she was so wet it didn’t hurt, just thrilled. He moved delicately over her, so masculine, so other.
“You made these little sounds. I love your little pain sounds, Xia. I want those again.” Before she could even blink, her ass was stinging, and his fingers were back dancing around her inner soft skin again.
“Markos!” He better not keep spanking her!
He hit her again, harder, and her whole body twisted as the little stings of before seemed to accumulate into a spike of sensation.
“No, not Markos. We’re not your men, lovely Morphi. Not tonight. You know who’s here with you right now. And I’m hungry. I can never get enough.” Ignis chuckled out of Markos’s throat, so pleased.
Adam swept her hair away from her face, pulling it free of her shoulder. He feathered it between his fingers, staring like he’d never seen it before.
“Who am I, Xia?” Markos’s voice came mildly as his palm petted her throbbing cheek.
Aer skated around her curling toes. She held it spooled around her body, but for her, the exercise was simple. The men had called their base elements into them, while she owed no allegiance to, nor affinity for, Aer.
“Ignis, I would remind you I am not an elemental. Tonight, when you burn, please remember that.” Xia’s request came in bursts as she tried to breathe through Adam gathering her hair around his fist, through Markos’s fingers delving under her to search out her clit.
He knew exactly how to touch her, how to rub, press, grip that tiny mass. Light flashed behind her closed eyelids. Her hips bounced and jerked at the intensity. Adam’s hand anchored her head, pulling at her scalp, lifting her neck back.
“You’re fragile,” Adam growled. “Delicate, soft. You burn, you drown. Why do you feel so fucking amazing?” Leaning over her, his lips moved along her brow, nibbled at her eyelashes.
She whimpered, hips spasming uncontrollably at Markos’s demanding touch. It was too much too soon. It was just the beginning of where they’d drive her to. It was going to be awful. For the sake of the world, she had to maintain focus. She was a soldier. This wasn’t the time to be ruled by her body. But oh, how beautiful “awful” could be.
“Leave your arms out. If you move them, you’ll be punished.” Markos pressed her wrist to the bed. Then smacked her ass again with his suddenly free hand. The sting coincided with a twist of her clit. Her eyes flew open, breath seizing in orgasm. Adam was three inches from her, his eyes like storm-tossed seas. He smiled, and it wasn’t him.
Markos inhaled. “Delicious. There’s the taste I need.” He continued to roll the little bundle of flesh at the top of her folds, making her hips lift. “Your pleasure feeds me.”
Her lips parted and Adam slid forward, his fingers trailing up her arm with threatening grace. When she tried to close her mouth before his forefinger touched her lips, he twitched his hand in her hair. She opened. He slid it in, pressing it into her tongue. Instantly she curled around him, lips closing on his knuckle, teeth testing the bone. She sucked.
He turned to watch Markos’s hand circling on her hot ass, with the other pumping between her legs. “I want to fuck her.”
“We agreed. To start, you get above the waist, I get below.” Markos moved between Xia’s legs, and without fanfare sank two large, hot fingers into her core.
“Hunh!” Xia groaned around Adam’s finger. Her breasts chafed, swollen and needy as she writhed against the bed. Markos stretched her, heating a gaping chasm in her body she needed filled.
“I want to feel this sucking wet from her cunt, like you do.” Adam sounded downright petulant. His finger pumped in her lips. His hand finally let her head rest down on the bed. She sucked him gratefully, swinging her hips on Markos’s fingers.
“Xia. Take a breath.” Markos’s whisper was full of eagerness that alarmed her.
She did, quickly, holding it deep and squeezing her eyes closed again.
Markos shoved his hand hard into her body, and then his free hand began to slap at her other cheek, small, quick, hard pats. From the top of her ass near her back and down around by her hip, back and forth crossing her clenched curve and down near her inner juncture. She squeezed on his fingers, torn between the outer shock and inner delight.
Adam ripped his hand from her hair to grip her jaw, forcing it open. Three fingers dove into her mouth. She closed around them, shocked eyes staring at him. She began to jerk under the accumulating sting of Markos’s torture, so Adam flattened one spread hand between her shoulder blades, pressing her into the mattress. Gripping fistfuls of the soft cotton with her rigid, outstretched arms, she sucked in quick pulls, timed them to Markos’s rhythm. With both her mouth and pussy stuffed, her body pinned and her cheeks swelling with fire, Adam’s black gaze pulled her in and she fell into the spiral toward release.
She lifted her hips, but there was nowhere to go. Her clit pulsed in time with his hard taps, aching and angry despite the tight, increasing heat he’d stuffed up her channel.
“Burn, Xia,” Markos ordered gruffly.
She moaned, tightened, legs weaving wildly on the bed.
He twisted his fingers inside her, rotating his wrist. His hand finally left her scalding bum to push one knee high and wide, spreading her open. He withdrew from her soaked folds. Laying his hips against her, she shook with the shock of his cooler skin against her sensitized ass.
He fit his tip to her, and she swallowed around Adam’s fingers. Markos pushed, laying his hips hard against her glowing curves, crushing her aching clit. Her cry came high as she tumbled into climax. Adam pulled his fingers away, and she groaned.
“Yes. Yes.” She wasn’t sure who Adam urged.
“Delicious. A feast,” Markos gritted from behind her.
Finally, wi
th the burning sensation of a pole breaking her open, she felt Markos gain entrance to her body. It had been awhile. Both of his hands burrowed under her. He scooped her breasts into his palms, his massive heat and size against her back making breath impossible.
Then, gathering her against him and maneuvering his thighs, he lifted her. She quickly pulled her arms under her, bracing up on all fours. Adam appeared in front of her, clasping both sides of her head. The earth beneath her swayed, her limbs shaking with weakness from the two fast releases. Markos’s cock lodged inside her and it was nearly all she could process. When Adam pressed on her jaw, she opened her mouth and he swung his fat tip to meet her lips. She licked over Adam’s slit, loving the slick taste of him.
Markos chose that moment to twist her nipples. His hands worked her sizzling breasts deeply, kneading them, pulling them as he pushed at her tight channel. “Always. Burn. Me.” He forged deeper, splitting her vagina wide like someone ruthlessly opening a peach.
Adam growled. One hand went to her hair at the back of her head, the other under her jaw to support her head, insisting she hold the position to favor his entry.
Xia’s eyes rolled at the taste of him as he pushed his fat cock’s head past her teeth, and Markos began to grunt in deep, short bursts. She knew what that meant. Soon, her minotaur would begin to fuck. The pressure of him inside, the way he crushed her flushed ass, the feel of Adam in her mouth, of being held between the two powerful men and lost to their lust, was already leading her down a shadowed path. She wanted more. It felt too good. She sucked hard on Adam and smashed her hips back to meet one of Markos’s hard jabs.
Distantly, she heard Markos whisper, “Don’t let him come, Xia.”
Lord give her strength to remember she was in a ritual and not the most dangerous erotic fantasy of her life. She was trembling so hard her arms could barely support her. With one last flick of her nipples, Markos’s big, burning hands coasted down her ribs, caressed her belly, then clamped on her hips. He reared away from covering her back and cool air instantly soothed her.